A tree clothed in half green, half orange. Morning sun is muted yellow, as leaves start to fall on field of green and purple wild flowers. The colors of September are myriad and signals the changing season from long summer days to cooler afternoons. The sunsets are coming earlier, instead of 9pm, often bringing rains at night. Amidst faded summer petals, my hardy roses are blooming anew, as if on the second spring. And all because of the evening rain.
At the home front, I am almost 1/3 empty nest. Though my youngest is starting university tomorrow, she will be staying home as we live at the border of Toronto City. She has new laptop, bags, shoes and clothes. Though she revels in her new surroundings, she is not ready to live on her own, unlike her two older brothers. She loves the comforts of home cooked meals and nice room. I am mindful to keep a balance - giving her independence, while widening her boundaries.
fallen green apples
litter the rain-soaked ground-
grey-tailed birds perch, swishing-
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